  O MOTHER of my Lord, Beautiful Mary, aid! He, whom thy will adored, When thy body was afraid, Is coming in my flesh to dwell— Pray for me, Mary ... and white Gabriel! To thee He came a child, To me He comes as wheat: And He descended mild To His Mother, as was meet. To me He comes where sin hath been ... Gabriel, sweep thy lily-stem between! He came, O Mary, down To bless thy virgin womb: From me He sweeps God’s frown, And He lifts me from a tomb. Thou wert afraid.... Have grace toward me! Help me, O Mary! Gabriel, hearten me! Great love it was to give His Body to thy care, In thine awhile to live: For me this love He will dare.... Pray, Mary, pray! My soul is shent! Thy wings, thy wings, O Gabriel, for my tent! |
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